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Paterson

Gorgeous. Brilliant. Affecting.

Made the list of movies I will watch over and over again. 

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Because Frost Was A Farmer, Too

“Miss Bergen, I love listening to that Robert Frost guy. If I could meet him, I think he wouldn’t care I can’t read yet. We could talk farming and I’d tell him ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’ is my favorite, but ‘Out, Out’ hits too close to home. I think he’d like my crops and I’d show him that paragraph I wrote last week. It has three sentences. I think he’d like me, cuz I’m a farmer, too. Thanks for not reading kid stuff to us.”

I spent a month reading Robert Frost to my class of 8th/9th grade non-readers. Mostly boys. It was how we ended class everyday. 

I read my first Frost when I was 6 and it was love at first read. And I can’t read it now without thinking of those boys. Their eyes wide and not watching the clock. Because Frost was a farmer, too.

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This Branch Deserves More

We were out at my mom-in-law’s house this weekend. Four generations just loving on one another. 

Celebrating Dave. 



Playing Mommy.



Playing dead.


Snuggling. She crawled over to her Daddy and let him know she wanted to snuggle by pressing her face into his. Happy Father’s Day for sure.


“I wear this dress for Grandma Tracy. Mommy, my beautiful dress is so beautiful. I’m so beautiful!” 


And we played and worked outside. 


Graham and I hauled a chopped-down tree back to the burn pile. These branches had grown together and then separated. 


A theologian would have a brilliant parable ready to go. But that’s not my forte. I often have more questions than answers. Not doubts so much. But wonderings. 

A country singer would have a Top 100 single. I don’t know much about Country music, but I think this song would include a high school romance, whirlwind courtship, wedding day dance, affair, a couple kids, failed counseling, and a house fire. 

A celebrity would go viral from posting it to Instagram with the caption #tree #trees #weirdtree #treesofinstagram #branchesofinstagram #foundthistreewheniwastakingabreakfromfilming #wedonthavetreeswhereilive #alltreesmatter #nofilter…or something along those lines. 

When I saw the branches, I thought, “This belongs in a short story. Or a poem. But I could never write it.” Why I immediately thought this branch deserved better than me is a sad commentary on my opinion of myself. I’ve never written a short story. But that doesn’t mean I can’t. Maybe I’ll write one about that tree. About this branch. About the pond it shaded. Or possibly a poem. Maybe I’ll channel Frost and pen a few beautiful stanzas about this set of gnarled and entwined branches. 

Or maybe I will just post it to Instagram and tag it #ThisBranchDeservesMoreThanHashtags and call it a day. 

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